| Yepa, yepa, homeboy
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| It’s your nigga Low G
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| Putting it down for the nina nueve
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| We’re givin' props
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| But we did this quick
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| So don’t trip
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| If we forgot ya clique… (Clique…)
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| I move a hundred
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| Pounds in my hustle town
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| Come around
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| Fuck 'em down with my underground
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| Puffin' pow wow
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| Clouds in my teepee
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| But my heina
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| Hollerin', «Release me»
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| Prime time
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| Like shines on the high mines
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| Hellafied rhymes
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| Huh
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| You rewind twenty-five times
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| Another fool puttin' down the truth
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| You can’t fuck with the Riddla
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| On Tha Roof
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| Mister
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| Go-Getter
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| Kick the more better
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| If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her
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| The wanderer
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| Hillwood hustler
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| Turn your back on your gal, and I’ll, uh, straight
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| Clown in my H-town
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| Is you hoes really
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| Ready for the take down
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| Break down
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| Stay brown
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| My niggas don’t
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| Play 'round
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| POP POP
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| Make your whole clique catch the Greyhound
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| Hook:
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| Geto Boys, Master P
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| DJ Screw
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| Kid Frost, Mobb Deep
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| Ese Fools
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| Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy
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| We
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| Put the streets on beats
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| Makaveli, Rakim
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| Hillwood Hustlers
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| Most Hated, Too $hort
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| Bone Thugs
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| Dogg Pound
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| Nas
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| The Fugees
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| We…
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| Put the streets on beats
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| Stickin' move, hittin' licks, sweep 'em left to right
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| Act a fool when I one-two, check the mic
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| Come trip with the pimp in the smoke grey 'Llac
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| I jump in the shit, and there’s no way back
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| Creep the seven
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| Seven
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| Seville
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| Convertible
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| My Cadillac got a three-foot verticle
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| Jump in the front
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| Bump in the trunk
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| Weed turn to smoke
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| Skunk in my blunt
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| I’m the cool homeboy, I’m a fool with no patience
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| Got a Dope House in seven locations
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| Professional
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| But don’t test my testicles
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| On the pedestal, I’m colder than an eskimo
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| Gotta have it
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| Causin' panic with an automatic
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| Believed in myself, when no one else saw my magic
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| Gifted child
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| Raised in the wicked wild
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| Put the street on beats
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| Who trippin' now
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| Break 2:
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| Run-DMC
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| KRS-One
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| Mass 187
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| Spice 1
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| Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G
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| We
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| Put the streets on beats
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| DJ Quik
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| Big Fifty Snipe
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| Criminal Rage
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| 20−2-Life
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| Lil' Kim, Rasheed
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| We
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| Put the streets on beats
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| I be the actual, factual rap supernatural
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| Blowin' up national
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| It’s understandable
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| Not to mention, what I’m stressin’ll leave you second guessin'
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| Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'
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| You can’t see me
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| I flow so freely
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| You motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
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| Just a pee-wee
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| Son, you watchin' too much T. V
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| I’m on CD
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| See more pussycat than Tweety
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| On the underground nation
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| Layin' foundation
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| The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'
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| Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm
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| Cause now I drop bombs on CD-ROMs
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| Your raps get pimp-slapped
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| You kickin' bubblegum
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| Only real niggas know where I’m comin' from
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| Under confusion, run up on Houston
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| And bow down to the styles I am usin'
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| Break 3:
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| Trinity Garden, E.S.G
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| Street Military, Bam
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| K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany
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| We
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| Put the streets on beats
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| Wicked Cricket Troublemaker
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| A.C. Chill
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| Biggie Smalls, Outkast
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| Cypress Hill
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| Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho
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| We
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| Put the streets on beats |